"We thought that, perhaps," said I, hesitating, "it is right to begin with the obligations of home, sir; and that, perhaps, while those are overlooked and neglected, no other duties can possibly be substituted for them."

People like us don't go out at night cause people like them see us for what we are

Spite is a little word, but it represents as strange a jumble of feelings and compound of discords, as any polysyllable in the language.

The New Year, like an Infant Heir to the whole world, was waited for, with welcomes, presents, and rejoicings.

... Waiter! raw beef-steak for the gentleman's eye,-nothing like raw beef-steak for a bruise, sir; cold lamp-post very good, but lamp-post inconvenient-damned odd standing in the open street half-an-hour, with your eye against a lamp.

The day was made for laziness, and lying on one's back in green places, and staring at the sky till its brightness forced one to shut one's eyes and go to sleep.

Give me a moment, because I like to cry for joy. It's so delicious, John dear, to cry for joy.